Hunter was anxious, something that almost never happened to her, but mostly her anxiety was stemming from her fear about screwing up. It had taken some convincing, with the baby being late and all, for her to get Michi to actually come out tonight. She had promised that it would all be fine, and now she had to make that true. She had been watching the punch all evening, even tasting it now and again, to make sure it was safe for the younger girl to drink. One could never know with Blue Ridge punch, and if there was tequila or a potion or something in there, she'd rather find out herself.

She was trying not to be a drag, but as much as she kept grinning and assuring Michi that it was all good, she was pretty worried. What if her water did break or something, after Hunter had basically begged her to leave the house tonight? If Mars or Tatum had to deliver Monkey in the middle of the dance floor, she didn't think Michi would forgive her. She was mostly just hoping he would stay put for another twelve hours or so.

They were currently swaying slightly to the music, Hunter looking over the top of Michi's head to see if she could locate Mack. She had been trying to keep her and her little hobbit close-by, in case anything did go screwy. That little ginger had to at least know how to like, check for the head or something. Though Hunter had her suspicions that if Michi went into labor and the responsibility fell on Tatum, the kid would probably faint. Sighing a bit, the blonde rested her chin on top of her fiancee's head.

"Havin' fun?" She asked, tightened her arms around her a little as one slow song switched seamlessly into another. She was never much of a waltzer, but it was prom.

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Michi had not intended on going anywhere. Monkey was due any day now, granted she was late but Tatum and Hunter had both insisted that it was totally fine. Still, she was nervous and she wanted to sit tight all night in the apartment in case she went into labor. It was a guessing game but she felt like a ticking time bomb. Every little kick made her jump, her heart was in her throat pretty much the whole time. She had tried to argue that she did not want her water to break in public, that she was too huge to move, that she had nothing to wear, that she would not give birth in King's Hall at prom. Hunter had practically begged though and she never lasted long against the blonde's pout.

She moved slowly, probably more slowly than ever before. She felt ridiculous as well and she smelled like pineapple. She was practically waddling around, only capable of swaying to the music. This was sure to go down as the worst prom in history.

Michi snuggled into Hunter as they swayed though, feeling comfortable and warm in her arms. She rested her head and sighed. "Yeah baby, it's alright," she didn't want to let on that she felt like she was dying. "I know I'm not good for as many moves as usual," she grimaced. "I'll just have to owe you."

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